Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

Chapter 2

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NOAH

C hance Harrison is a dead man.

It’s my best friend’s fault that I haven’t been able to focus on anything today except the girl who sits outside my office. Two months ago, he hired her on the spot. No interview and without running it past me or Brody. He argued that she was the best fit for the job, and from what I’ve observed, he wasn’t lying.

Selena Walker. She’s exceptional, but she’s also insanely beautiful.

I find myself drinking in her features without meaning to, which is honestly nothing new. Flawless brown skin, womanly curves, and dark curly hair that’s currently pulled into a high ponytail. I’m dying to wrap it around my fist. She’s the epitome of professionalism, but at the same time, sexy as hell. More often than not, I’ve wanted to drag her into my office and fuck her senseless. But then, what kind of boss would I be, taking advantage of my assistant? Although, from the way I catch her looking at me, I think she might let me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed her. I’ve been aware of her sensual yet innocent beauty since she started working here as an intern right out of college. I was drawn to her even then, to her work ethic and her ability to command a room. She’s a force to be reckoned with and one I find myself aching for on a daily basis even three years later.

I curse Chance under my breath as I watch Selena tuck a loose curl behind her ear. I palm myself under my desk, willing my dick to calm down. I’m not some teenage boy, but around her, I find myself doing too many senseless things, like getting a hard-on in the middle of a work day while lusting after a twenty-five-year-old girl.

But my dick will have to wait, as I watch Selena rise from her desk and stroll toward my door. I flick my gaze to my computer, feigning indifference as numbers fill the screen. Yet I can’t make sense of any of it once she walks inside my office.

Then she crosses the room and approaches me. “Here are your reports, Mr. Kincaid.” Her voice is soft and sweet as she sets a stack of papers on my desk. I notice her freshly manicured nails are neat and trimmed, natural with a touch of flair. Red’s a good color on her and I lock away that piece of information to save for another time.

I resist acknowledging her presence and merely give her a quick nod. I’m surprised she doesn’t roll her eyes at me and tell me to fuck off for ignoring her. Instead, she pivots on her heel and I watch her retreating form as she leaves. My gaze follows her until she returns to her desk, resuming her work and appearing unfazed. The woman never misses a beat. Meanwhile, I’m losing my fucking mind, pining for my damn assistant.

But I can’t dwell on that for long because Chance barges in, sporting a wide grin. The sight of it makes me want to throw something at him, despite him being my business partner.

“You look irritated. Did you skip breakfast or something?”

I don’t bother answering him. Then realization morphs his expression when he catches me staring at her, and he sighs.

“Is this about Selena again? She’s a good assistant. What’s the issue?”

The issue is that she’s getting to me and I’m the idiot who’s letting her do it. I keep my walls high for a reason, and the only people I let inside are my two best friends. That’s it, no one else. The more Selena pushes her way in, being sexy and kind and thoughtful, the weaker I become, and my resistance crumbles.

“Fine, I admit she’s good at her job.”

Chance narrows his soulful brown eyes, waiting for me to say more, but I don’t. “If it’s about sex, Marie is gonna be here soon. We can fuck it out of our systems and you can get back to obsessing over work as usual.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He’s not, but I won’t argue with him. He wants Selena as much as I do—so does Brody, for that matter—but we avoid talking about the elephant in the room. And that bastard is always in the room.

That said, if this is what Chance needs to keep up the facade, then I’ll indulge his delusions. Perhaps he’ll even prove me wrong and fucking Marie will make me forget about how much I want to fill our hot little assistant with my cum.

Besides, Marie is no one to scoff at. She’s very attractive and willing to do anything we want. We met her at Club Sin, the exclusive sex club we frequent at least once a week when we need to succumb to our particular proclivities. We pay a large sum of money for our memberships there and appreciate the discretion and safety provided by the club. Everyone is thoroughly vetted, which includes an extensive background check and signed non-disclosure agreements. Club Sin is our playground, and we definitely like to play.

Marie approached us two weeks ago, asking if we’d be interested in a particular scene. I was hesitant when she said she wanted to take things outside the club, something we don’t do often, especially with new play partners. But she eagerly signed a separate NDA, one for just the three of us, and we ran our own background check to deem her safe to play with. We agreed to give her the fantasy she was looking for—a scene with her in an actual office setting.

While Club Sin provides themed rooms for members to enjoy, Marie wanted a real-life experience, one that we could easily supply. I suspect she knew that when she approached us, considering we’re the executives and owners of a well-known marketing firm. And she wouldn’t have been the first to make such a request. But given our current sexually frustrated situation, we decided to take her up on the offer, looking for any solution to make us forget about the voluptuous siren who sits in the center of our suite, typing away on her keyboard and oblivious to how desperately her three bosses want to fuck her.

The truth is my best friends and I love sex, but we love it most when the three of us participate together. We discovered this particular kink of ours back in college when all of us fucked the same girl in the house we shared. And we’ve been doing it ever since. In fact, we live for it now, getting high on watching each other bring a woman pleasure, then filling her up with our dicks and our cum until all she can feel is the three of us for the next week.

I roll my head, stretching the tense muscles in my neck. Perhaps this is just the release we need, in this space no less, where a certain someone has our balls tied up in knots and doesn’t even know it. Once Marie’s mouth is wrapped around my cock, I’m sure I won’t think about Selena anymore. It’s a fucking lie I tell myself, but I’m hoping it’ll work, at least for a little while.

I manage to get a few hours of work done when Chance returns, Brody following behind him as he pushes his dirty blond hair off his forehead. He takes a seat on the couch, seemingly distracted by his thoughts. Then his gaze shifts and I follow it to find him staring at Selena.

Of course, he is. He’s always staring at her.

Chance and I may be intrigued by her, but Brody is fucking smitten. I know sometimes he looks at her for longer than he should, but she seems incognizant to it, and thank God for that. He’s the first one to offer her a helping hand and always makes sure to go out of his way to greet her every morning.

My best friend wears his heart on his sleeve, and I can read clear as day that he wants Selena like his next breath. I’ve never seen him like this toward a woman before, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s a mixture of jealousy and fear, but I firmly believe that no one could ever come between me and my best friends. Not ever. Not even her. But I have a suspicion that if it ever came down to that, we wouldn’t have to worry about it with Selena.

A knock reverberates off my open door, and I lift my gaze to find Ms. Abernathy waiting to enter. Her face is devoid of any emotion as she announces, “Your guest is here.” She cocks an eyebrow at me, then moves to the side to reveal Marie, who’s fifteen minutes early for our scene.

She was supposed to arrive after five o’clock to give Ms. Abernathy and Selena time to head home. Clearly, the old bat is aware of what we’re up to, as she’s been our executive assistant long enough to know about our special interests. She also gets paid handsomely and knows how to be discreet. We wouldn’t keep her employed if she didn’t.

But Selena doesn’t know this side of us, not yet anyway. And she’s about to learn real quick what kinds of things her bosses are into. Maybe this is for the best, so she stops looking at us the way she does. Like she wants us to fuck her into oblivion and couldn’t care less that she works for us. Or maybe I’ve just been seeing what I want to see, thinking that she wants us when she doesn’t. Either way, Marie arriving early may not be such a bad thing after all.

Chance exhales a low whistle as Brody rises from his seat. While she has nothing on Selena, I can admit Marie is beautiful as I study her golden-blond hair, sea-foam green eyes, and full lips painted bright red. Any man would want to fuck her, but she’s just a means to justify the ends for me. She’ll never be who I truly want.

Ms. Abernathy leaves without another word, closing the door behind her. Chance is the first to speak, approaching Marie and lifting her hand to his mouth for a kiss. “Glad you could make it.”

“Chance.” She smiles as she greets him, her hungry gaze roaming over his handsome face and chiseled body covered by a well-tailored suit.

Brody moves behind her, brushing her hair to one side and kissing the nape of her neck. She moans softly as he nips at her flushed skin.

Then she giggles, but the sound does nothing for me. “I see I’m not the only one eager to play.”

“Isn’t this the fantasy you wanted?” Chance smirks, his fingers trailing down her front until he’s tugging at the knot of her trench coat. He pulls open the fabric, revealing her trim and taut body dressed in a black lace teddy with garters and sheer black stockings. It’s cliche and leaves little to the imagination, but it fits the scene and compliments her figure.

We have a beautiful blond standing in the middle of the room, ready to make each of us come and desperate for us to give her pleasure. So why the fuck is my cock not hard?

Then, I remember that I forgot to shade my windows and anyone can see into my glass-enclosed office. My eyes cut to Selena’s desk, where she stands in shock, staring at what’s taking place right in front of her.

Fuck.

An array of emotions crosses over her face but the one that calls out to me is her obvious anger. She’s pissed right now and that shouldn’t make me feel good, but it does.

She’s jealous and I fucking love it.

I hold her stare, silently demanding that she watch while Brody palms Marie’s breasts and her breathy cries fill the room. Then her head rolls to the side, and she addresses me. “Are you not joining us?” Marie playfully pouts, yet I find it anything but cute.

Never taking my eyes off Selena, the only woman my dick seems to get hard for these days, I respond to Marie, knowing my assistant can probably read my lips. “I’m going to watch.”

But it’s not Marie and my friends that I’m observing. My focus is solely on the woman on the other side of the glass who haunts my every fucking dream. I take in the way her chest rises and falls, her gaze darkening with lust. I bet her pussy is so wet right now, and I’m dying to taste it. I want her to crawl to me and beg for my cock. Beg for me to fill her tight little cunt until my cum slowly seeps out of her, and I push it back inside where it belongs.

At the thought, my dick is instantly rock hard, pressing at the zipper of my expensive dress slacks. I lean back in my chair, freeing my cock and stroking myself, giving Selena a good show. The others probably think I’m turned on by the view of Chance kissing Marie, squeezing her pert tits while Brody finger-fucks her from behind. But I’m getting off on the jealous little slut watching me from her desk with wide eyes as she licks her pillowy lower lip.

“I punish naughty girls like you,” Chance says, slapping one of Marie’s breasts. She shrieks, loving every second of his attention.

Selena finally looks away from me, and I growl as her focus is drawn to my best friends and what they’re doing with Marie. Her envy grows stronger and I want to see it build until she’s fucking drowning in it, demanding we give her pleasure and not Marie. I want her hot and achy and needy, just like me. Feeling a fraction of what I feel for her right now.

But when Marie gasps loudly from an orgasm, Selena’s expression turns to one of pain while she firmly presses her lips together and flees from her desk. Like a douse of cold water, my cock instantly goes limp and all that pent-up desire I felt suddenly falls flat.

Brody’s eyes are on me and I nod my chin in the direction of our assistant’s workspace. He glances around, realizing we’ve been playing out in the open before his mouth gapes open at the possibility that we might have been seen. His suspicions are confirmed when I pinch the bridge of my nose, and he jerks his hand away from Marie, stepping back and drawing Chance’s attention. Brody swipes his fingers in the air across his neck, gesturing to kill the scene and Chance tilts his head in confusion, but complies with Brody’s directive.

“Alright, sweetheart, game’s over. I’m sorry, but you have to leave.” Chance rubs his palms up and down Marie’s arms in an effort to take the sting out of his words.

She blinks at him in surprise. “W-what?”

“Something’s come up and it’s not gonna work out. Sorry.” Brody shrugs, and she glares at both of them before directing her anger at me.

“It seemed to be working fine for everyone except you. What’s your problem? Jealous of your friends?” she sneers.

I don’t entertain her with a response. Instead, I slip my cock back into my pants and nonchalantly cross one leg over the other, holding her stare.

“It’s all of us or none of us, honey,” Chance answers.

“And it looks like it’s none of us.” Brody steps out of the way, casually motioning for the door.

Marie scoffs, tying her trench coat closed again. “You guys are assholes,” she curses, then storms out of my office.

Chance waits for her to get on the elevator before coming at me. “What the fuck was that, Noah?” He drops down on the couch with a heavy thump, palming his still hard dick through his pants. I’m sure his cock is aching, just as mine is, but it had to be done.

I blow out a frustrated breath and rest my elbows on my knees, rubbing my temples with my thumbs. Marie was supposed to be an outlet, a way for us to blow off some steam and forget about Selena. But how could I forget her when she saw everything?

And I’m the sick bastard who wanted her to watch.

“Just didn’t feel right.” I give him a half-assed excuse.

“She saw us, didn’t she?” Brody interrupts.

I don’t look up at my friend, wanting to avoid his judgment.

“Who did?” Chance has yet to catch on. And for someone who’s so fucking smart, his confusion is annoying right now.

But Brody answers before I can. “Selena saw us, you jackass. You think I’d turn down sex for anyone else?”

We both look at him, realizing what he’s just admitted. But it’s the same thing we all feel, so none of us should be surprised.

“Fuck,” Chance hisses.

I pin my friend with a hard stare. “Yeah. Fuck. ”

Brody crosses his arms over his chest. “So, what do we do now? Talk to her? Try to explain?”

“Why the fuck would we do that? What’s to explain?” I ask. “ Sorry, you caught us trying to fuck some rando in the office. Wanna join us next time? ” I mock while he glares at me.

“I don’t think we should say shit to her. Let’s see if she comes to us. Maybe she won’t say anything and it’ll blow over.” Chance is hopeful, but I’m not holding my breath.

I rise from my seat and move to the front of my desk. “The fact remains that we can’t fuck our assistant?—”

“I don’t see why not. We’re all fucking adults,” Brody mutters.

I ignore him. “Regardless of how we feel about her, we can’t sleep with the girl,” I declare. “But I still agree we need to release some sexual tension before one of us does something stupid.”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Chance snarks.

“Fuck it. We’re going to the club tonight.” I point at both my friends. “And no more bringing anyone back to the office. It was stupid and careless.”

They both mumble their agreement.

The room is silent for a few moments before Brody asks, “Did you see where she went?” His concern for Selena is strong, and I know he’s itching to talk to her and make sure she’s all right.

“Just trust me that she saw too much and got the fuck outta here.” I’m not telling them that I’m an asshole who wanted her to see us. That I dared her to stay and it’s my fault she’s upset right now. Both of them would kick my ass for that, and I can’t say I wouldn’t deserve it.

I’ll figure out a way to smooth things over with her. But first, I need to get her out of my system.